A/n. I know, I'm bad. I haven't finished Red Sleep yet but here I am posting multi-chaptered stories. You see, these guys just won't leave me alone! In fact, they pestered me so much that I have written more of them compared to Red Sleep (which I'm supposed to finish). Anyways, I hope you'll still enjoy reading this. Yeah, this is my first attempt in writing humor.

Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. I could only wish.

You Better Pick

Chapter 1. Totally Not Good!

Unnerving

Very. Unnerving.

I worked hard to get this job and I did my best to show the others that I deserve being here. Sleepless nights, skipped meals, forgotten family reunions – I gave my all, and now, here I am on my first day in my dream job.

I should be happy.

Really.

But what do I get?

Huh.

After only thirty minutes of sitting in this chair – that I used to daydream about, here I am being gobbled up by two piercing blue eyes.

Just. Plain. Unnerving.

I thought that since this is my first day, they would cut me some slack. But NO! As soon as possible, they threw me to the lion. And by lion, I mean a pretty little girl with the face of an angel and a heart of a trickster.

I have heard a lot about her. Mainly they go along the lines "I can't believe she just said that to me" or "Don't get fooled by her eyes" and occasionally "Oh, god. I got her. Can I ask for transfer?"

Oh come on!

At first I thought they're just kidding. Heck! They're full grown educated adults fretting over a 6 yrs. old with, may I say, beautiful bouncy raven curls and sweet smiles.

I laughed HARD at them.

Maybe I shouldn't have.

For karma is staring right at my face, here in my office, on the opposite side of my desk.

She's silently sitting on the couch, occasionally swinging her dangling feet and doing nothing, except gazing me to nothingness.

Well, so much for first day action!

Maybe this is her way of welcoming me on my job.

Yeah right.

Because every little girl, welcome their newly appointed principal by saying that, and I quote, her homeroom adviser is a spinster for she never worked the nerves to tell that "porky, red-faced neighbor" whom she affectionately and secretly referred to as "Mr. Pigglydoodle " about her undying love and very corny term of endearment, unquote.

Sorry. I can't help it.

At the mention of "Pigglydoodle", I knocked my self out. It took me minutes and a lots of glares from fellow co-teachers, to control myself and stop laughing.

Seriously, this little devil couldn't have done any harm - if she hadn't announced it over the school's PR system.

After unceremoniously marching the little girl here in my room, Ms. Smith left without another word. It's safe to say that after having her secret shamelessly blurted out; she won't be coming back to school and neither to town.

It's not that she's a big loss, in fact if I may say so, its good riddance, for that woman's a nosy know-it-all harpy, but the fact still remains that this girl single-handedly drove a teacher away when no one, for the last 25 years could.

I could either congratulate her, or admire her for her skillful tactics.

But I'm the new principal so I had to do the right thing. So here we are, in my office, waiting for her parents to arrive. I phoned them earlier and told them about their daughter's recent behavior. Her mother just sighed when I told her about what she did this time. Apparently, they are used to being called in the office so after apologizing for her daughter and assuring me that they will be here within 30 minutes, she hanged up.

Fifteen minutes had already passed. And I can't bear it any longer.

God! I have better things to do than being sized up by a kid.

A/n. That's it for the first! What do you think? Not funny enough? Too sarcastic? Not much action? Please do tell! Reviews are very much appreciated. And btw, please don't worry about the other stories! I will finish them! Cross my heart!

Have a good day people!

Preview:

The silence raged on for what seems to be an eternity. This must be what they call the calm before the storm.